Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Ye Clouds, Be-Rain Our Thirsty Plain 1. Ye clouds be-rain our thirsty plain; Drop down with dew supernal! For from on high there draweth nigh The King of bliss eternal. 2. The Lord of ay is born to-day Of Mary maiden holy, And lull'd to rest upon her breast Within a shippon lowly. 3. Ye seers, and quires of reverend fires, Come skip on this glad morrow! For Christ, the Truth in very sooth, In this our glen of sorrow, 4. By his sweet birth, of priceless worth, [And he is King of ages] Now verifies the prophecies Of your far-sighted pages. 5. Fast barr'd of yore, now evermore, Fair Eden, ope thy portals, Beholding Christ, the Lord most high'st, Array'd in flesh of mortals, 6. And by a Maiden Mother laid [So mighty was his pity For sinners all] within a stall In little Bethlem city. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #